I sigh, and put down my sword. I'm in the arena, practicing with my new wand/sword, but I've run out of dummies to obliterate. Of course, I could repair them with magic, but I'm getting tired of practice. I fix the dummies with a snap of my fingers (my left hand, always my left hand) and sheath my sword, called "Magissa", the Greek word for sorceress. I named it myself, very creatively, since its core is the ash-wood wand I've used since before I can remember.
Excuse me, where are my manners? I'm Darcy, Darcy Edwards. No, I'm not British, but my mother is and I inherited the accent. Yes, I am a witch. Yes, I know Harry Potter and go to Hogwarts. Does it really matter?
Filling my mouth with near-frozen water again and again is glorious, and I manage to do it for almost ten 分钟 straight, before Kacey, an Aphrodite co-counselor struts in. Kacey's pretty cool, 由 far my 最喜爱的 Aphrodite. Some are snobby, and the ones who aren't always point at my hair and football huddle into conversation. Is there no respect for redheads? I'm not even a real redhead, my hair is a glossy, if I do say so myself, shade of auburn. I'm an "auburnette", as I like to call myself.
Kacey, of course, just chats with me about Josh Cateract, the Goth "adonis", apparently. After she leaves, holding the promise of messing with Drew's hair, I shrink my sword to the size of a 花生 and drop it in my back pocket. Walking up to the Poseidon cabin, which I unfortunately have to myself since Percy disappeared, I end up tripping from the 秒 step as I open the door. Cursing, I check my sword for damage, and find nothing. If the thing breaks, I'm a goner.
I bust into my room and shut the door behind me without turning around. The blinds are already closed, so I reach under my 床, 床上 and pull out the 吉他 case. I 爱情 the sound of the locks opening, it soothes me. Soon I start to strum out my 最喜爱的 song, "Don't Stop Believin'", and sing along. I keep going through the song.

“Some’ll win,
Some will lose,
Some are born to sing the blues…”

The door must've creaked right about then, but I was to engrossed in my 音乐 to hear.

"Oh, the movie never ends,
It goes on and on and on and on..."

I jump up and turn for the chorus.

"Strangers waiting,
Up and down the boulevar-"

Mitzi Landanova, a daughter of Hestia, is standing in the doorway, her mouth open in shock. She looks, well, awestruck.

"WHAT in the name of Zeus are 你 DOING?" I scream. "SHUT THE DOOR!"

She steps inside and does as I ask. Or, rather, demand. I hastily put away my guitar.

"Why are 你 here, Landanova?" I hardly ever use people's last names. Of course, with adults I sometimes do, like with Hagrid and Dumbledore. But with kids my age? It just seems harsh and impersonal.

"I-it's time for Capture the Flag. Ch-chiron sent me to tell y-you." Mitzi is shaking a little. It seems out of character-I don't know her well, but she's always seemed strong. Maybe my voice-singing and shouting-scared her.

"Crap. I must have forgotten to lock the door...how could I be so stupid?"

"Why wouldn't 你 want anyone to hear? Your voice...it's beautiful."

"I know that, dude. If I wanted people to hear, I'd perform. I just need one thing to be mine. People are already all over me. Concerned about my safety, being the first demigod witch and all. But I need to be alone. I'm a bit of a loner at times, but basically nothing is mine. I need this to stay secret."

"Oh. Well...I'll keep your secret. Are 你 coming to Capture the Flag?"

"Be right there."

Later, I come back defeated. I had the flag before Butch punched me in the gut. Normally, I'd recover and fight back, but I was down from my run-in with Mitzi. Ares got our flag, painted with the Apollo seal, before I managed to reclaim the Athena flag.

I skip 餐车, 晚餐, 小餐馆 and collapse into bed, falling into a deep sleep sure I wouldn't wake until ten in the morning.

I, of course, was wrong.